“I don’t even know where this leaves me…”
Marty squinted against the high desert sun that couldn’t be muted with the darkest eyewear. “I’d say the practical answer is, deal the hand that’s been dealt you.” She raised her shoulders. It wasn’t much but she knew there was no answer that would satisfy Luce’s need.
“You did not just say that. What do you call what I’ve been doing – what? My whole life? I’ve been showing up. Meeting the moment, as you put it. God, M. There’s got to be more.”
“More…” This was the refrain, the background hum to her sister, Luce’s life. It didn’t define her, exactly. It wasn’t her true essence, rather a cloud of suffering that followed her no matter what her life circumstances. “Honey, open your eyes to what you have…”
Luce bowed her head. “I know.” She brushed wispy, honey colored hair off her forehead. “Don’t think I don’t know.” And then the groan. “I love my son, my husband. I love this place, I appreciate the gifts of grace, the moments of joy. And still.” She shifted on her rock, the blue New Mexican sky caressing her profile.
“You still don’t get it,” Marty said. “No, you’re not a doctor, a lawyer, a candlestick maker. That oneness you’re looking for, that sense of purpose…. It can’t be found by what you do.” She paced across Luce’s backyard, small but Zen-tranquil. Her sister couldn’t even see the connection – Luce designed this space. She was a flame that didn’t see her own light. Could not sense her inherent worth…and nothing Marty said would ever give it to her. “I’ve got a dare for you.”
Luce blanched but rose to the challenge. “What?”
“I dare you to stop running. To stay with whatever comes up, good, bad, numbing, terrifying, boring. For ten minutes a day, stay with it and see what lies underneath. Meet the shit that you avoid – see just how empty this yawning emptiness really is.”
“Ten minutes? That’s the dare? I don’t see how that could even make a difference…”
Marty leveled an aquamarine stare at her sister. “I thought you said you’d do anything?”
It took a minute. A full minute, but Luce nodded once. “Okay. I’ll try it.” She rose from her rock and paused at the sliding glass door. “For a week.”
“Two weeks.”
“Ok.” Luce gave a small smile. “Talk to me in two weeks.”
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Big thanks to Three Word Wednesday for this writing prompt
some very effective tough love. This piece really resonates with me; there are people who I wish could hear this exact lesson.
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Hmmm, very intense. We’ve all been there, wanting to run and some of us actually do. Those are the toughest days too, to stand your ground. Great work with this piece, I felt the energy crackling through the air as the challenge was thrown down. Thanks for sharing!
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a challenge to trust life and what it has in store for you hidden in the folds of two sisters who love each other very much… having four sisters i love this story….
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What a terrific portrait of the two sisters you’ve painted! Your prose is rich and expressive and this was a fascinating slice of life.
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I would like to comment intellectually on this, but I can’t – I cannot relate to Luce and her ‘problem’.
Perhaps I am too old and down-to-earth. What I can say is that this is a beautifully written piece of what is obviously a much bigger story.
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Beautiful picture of two sisters – ‘A flame that didn’t see her own light’ and ‘I dare you to stop running’..my favourite lines..it’s the hardest sitting still and looking..I hope Luce uses that Zen garden..a simply lovely piece of prose…and lvoely to be reading your work again..Jae
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wonderful story
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ahhhh
here you are.
Wonderful, as always.
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